Page 73 of Their Dark Rose

Falk grabs my face, tucks my hair back, and twists my face to his brother.

“This isn’t right.” Finn’s smirk is audible. “There’s not enough pain on her face for what I just did to her.”

Smack, smack, smack.

My eyebrows pinch together, and a tortured cry leaves my throat.

“Better, pet.”

My pussy is filled with Mason’s cum, yet it doesn’t make taking Finn’s girth any easier. Especially with how ruthlessly he pounds into me. How roughly he claims me for himself.

“It hurts, doesn’t it?” Mason twists my head to him, raising his mask to his lips. He licks a tear I didn’t realize I cried from my cheek.

My body thrashes with Finn’s violent fucking, but Mason doesn’t miss a spot until he reaches to the corner of my eye. His nose presses to my temple, his breaths firing up my skin.

“Yes,” I answer.

“Louder, pet.” Finn enunciates his demand by spanking me with more force than before. His breathing is labored, his cock swelling inside me.

“Yes!” I scream.

A finger starts massaging my clit. Finn’s hands are still on me. Mason is in my line of view. I can only assume it’s Falk. Stroking, massaging, using my wetness to make me come. And I do, me and Finn together.

He groans, spilling himself into me while Mason gives my temple one last kiss and returns his mask.

“You’re mine now.” Falk takes me from Finn, lifts me in the air like a doll, and puts me on my back on the ground.

The cold chills the burns the bark and Finn’s spanking caused. But I’m burning between my legs. As weak as I am, I need Falk there too.

A silent wish he grants me without me having to ask. His knees land on the ground between my open thighs, his mask a threatening shadow over my face.

“Look at her, all starry-eyed again.” Mason crouches down next to me.

“Yeah.” The other masked man, Finn, settles on my other side, cocking his masked face to Falk. “You can do better than that.”

“You’re right.”

More. I don’t know how much more I’ll be able to take.

Not like any one of them asks me.

Falk curls his fingers around my throat again. I suck in a breath that barely fills my lungs. When I do it a second time, Falk impales me with his cock.

“That’s it, plaything.” He pummels into me, every stroke making squelching sounds. I have so much cum in me it’s soaking Falk’s dick, my thighs, my asshole. “Your breaths are ours. Your body is ours.”

Listening to his verbal cues, the two men at my sides grab and squeeze my breasts.

“Your soul?” Falk enunciates every word with a thrust. “That’s ours too.”

My choked breaths blend into the constant praise and degradation coming from the masked men around me. Beautiful whore, cum slut, pretty little toy.

As wrong and sinful as this scene is, I love the men’s attention. They gravitate toward me, making me the center of their universe. Making up for years of being cold to me.

Falk pulls off his mask, his brothers following his lead.

Blue, green, and hazel eyes track every inch of my body. Their gazes might as well be fingers, touching, probing, arousing. I come from their touch, milking Falk’s cock until he comes inside me too.

“Oh my God,” I scream, the waves of my climax whipping me.

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